User blog comment:Llamao/Kotir Reborn/@comment-3474228-20120318172736/@comment-3474228-20120322215319

The otter, a fleet-of-pawed creature whose name is Swiftail, takes off through the woods, barely waiting for JR to catch up as he sprints ahead.

Flynn grits his teeth in silence as his companion, Argrim, removes the arrows from his shoulder and arm as gently as possible. Argrim then wraps them in som cloth that is tied around his waist after having put a small healing poultice atop the wounds. Flynn nods gratefully. "Thanks, mate."